Hood Love

12

Onika
Saturday
May 17th, 2017
7:30am

This morning I woke up early to make phone calls and see how weights moving. Before crawling out of bed I kissed my son and changed his diaper
Once I was done I grabbed my "business" notebook and started making calls. First I called Wayne and Drake to see how they were doing in Philly and Jersey. Then I called Jason to run me the numbers of the warehouse and safe. Everything was going good and our numbers were up to par. Now to get that money out of Bey's purse and put it away. I went into the living room to get Beys purse and while digging in her purse I stumbled upon multiple pictures of Bey and I. She had someone spy on me? After I took a chance and decided to keep her around. I feel like such a fool. How could I allow myself to get played by some cop?

"Morning." Beyonce smiled walking down the stairs all cheerful and shit like she wasn't plotting against me. Two faced ass bitch.

"Beyonce what the fuck is this!?" I yelled waving the pictures around in her face.

"Nicki let me explain." Let her explain? I should blow her fucking head off in this living room.

"EXPLAIN WHAT? HOW YOU LIED TO ME. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS FUCKING MEANS?!? I COULD GO TO JAIL FOR LIFE!!! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOUR ASS WHEN I HAD THE FUCKING CHANCE!" I yelled throwing the pictures in her face. I was beyond mad.

"IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED IM IN THOSE PICTURES TOO! IM JUST AS GUILTY AS YOU ARE IF NOT MORE. I JUST NOW FOUND OUT ABOUT THOSE YESTERDAY. I WAS GOING TO TELL YOU BUT YOU HAD SO MUCH GOING ON YESTERDAY I DIDNT WANT TO STRESS YOU OUT!" She yelled back pointing her finger in my face.

"Pack your shit." I said calmly. I want her out of my house. This is all too much for me right now. I can't go and get high, drink, or fuck my problems away at the strip club since I have a kid so I'm dealing with this the best way I know how without putting my hands on her.

"What?" Was she fucking hard of hearing?

"Pack. Your. Shit." I said stepping closer closing the space between us.

"No." She looked down at me. I know this bitch didn't tell me no. I'll throw her ass out on the curb with nothing. Beyonce is getting way too comfortable.

"No?" She better be lucky I'm saved.

"We're in this TOGETHER. without me you have nobody." She pointed out. She was some what right but I couldn't let her know that.

"I've made it this far without you. I'll be fine." I lied. As much as I hated to admit it I needed Beyonce.

"Yea you did but you had Mckayla and now she's gone. You need me Nicki." Now she's gone too far.

"You better watch your fucking mouth." I growled. I don't want to bring Mckayla into this.

"Look. let me go talk to my boss. Let me figure out where his head is at. You calm down because Josiah is going to be up any minute." Her tone was a lot softer when she spoke.

"Why so you can plot against me even more?" I asked crossing my arms.

"You have to trust me." I ignored her and walked upstairs to check on my son. Ol' trifflin bitch.

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Beyonce

I can't believe Nicki thinks I would do something like this to her. I genuinely care about her. If I didn't I wouldn't have risked my career to help her leave the game. I want better for her because this isn't the live she should be living especially now that we have a child. I tried to clear my mind before going to meet with my boss. I took a couple deep breaths in the car and walked into the police station.